Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"When All Else Fails, Do As You're Told." - Chapter 13

3rd person p.o.v.

"Okay! We're heading out!" Michael yelled as he entered the living room.

Confused? Let's recap. Since Devon stole his phone back, Michael and Devon made a deal. Devon would have to get along with Evan, whether he wanted to, or not. So now Devon and Evan are going to be left at home with each other while everyone else gets a few things they need at the store. Not so sure if that's a good idea, but it's already been put into action. "Do I have to stay with Devon?" Evan asked, walking up to Michael.

"Sorry, Eva, but I want you and Devon to get along." Michael sighed and picked up his little sister, resting her on his hip. Yes, Evan was thirteen and about five-two, but she only weighed about a hundred pounds. None of that stopped Michael from still viewing her as a three-year-old. Evan didn't like being picked up. It made her feel like a little kid, but when it came to Michael, she didn't mind. She got used to it.

Evan laughed, "Me? And Devon? Get along? Yeah, right."

"Eva, I'm serious. I want you two to get along with each other. So be nice." Michael said as he put Evan down.

"Let's go!" Drake urged loudly as he walked out of the house to the car. Jordan, Seth, and Todd were already waiting in the car while Michael told the other two what they can and can't do.

"-And when we get home, I expect a house, not on fire. Be good." Michael told them and then left the house after bidding a farewell.

"Okay..." Evan sighed softly and glanced up at Devon who only stared down his little sister. "I'm watching what I want!" Evan shouted and ran over to the couch, grabbing the remote.

"I don't think so." Devon said and was quick to follow.

"Too bad!" Evan said, sticking her tongue out at him as she sat down.

"If you don't put that tongue away, I'm going to cut it out!" Devon threatened.

Evan rolled her eye and turned the TV on. "Well, I'm watching my show!" She told him and put on That Metal Show.

"You're lucky I like this show." Devon huffed as he took a seat next to her.

Halfway through the show with host; Eddie Trunk, his co-hosts; Don Jamieson and Jim Florentine asking amazing questions to Nikki Sixx, Alice Cooper, and Izzy Hale, Evan's phone buzzed. She pulled it out from her back pocket and saw, new message pop up. She got up from her seat and walked into the kitchen to read the message, privately. Evan didn't know who it was, but read it anyway. I mean, she could have guessed it was one of the Lynch brothers, but it didn't register quick enough.

From: R5.RL.19
Sup bitch, guess who! Anyway, me and my boys were thinking u should go ahead and kill urself. U know, so no1 has 2 see that ugly thing u call a face. Plus u'd be doing every1 a favor. Well, this has been truly awful. G2g.

Well, that was not what she wanted to read. Evan was hurt, but not too much. That's the second time she's gotten a message like that and she didn't know who either one was, but she had an idea. Since the name said, RL, she knows it was one of the Lynch boys. It also says, R5 and they have a band under that name, but she had no idea about the nineteen. Maybe it was Riker, he was nineteen. How did they get her number? Just then, Devon walked in. "Let's go." Devon said from behind her.